Summary: The Mysteries Of Harris Burdick
Captain Tory
“He swung his lantern three times and slowly the schooner appeared.”—The Mysteries of Harris Burdick
The tendrils of the mist were being gently caressed by the rays of light, ridding the sea of its obscurity. The schooner was in sight. It didn’t, however, have masts. No, this was a schooner that had already lost its wings.
He swung the lantern once more. . . .
It swayed to the left. . . .
In his eyes, it sailed with the grace of rotting driftwood, with red paint prickling and peeling like a sunburn. That’s what too much light can do to people, he thought. It burns them out.
He was saying this while holding the lantern right by his face.
The lantern swung to the right. . . .
But things were slightly different in the child’s
“He swung his lantern three times and slowly the schooner appeared.”—The Mysteries of Harris Burdick
The tendrils of the mist were being gently caressed by the rays of light, ridding the sea of its obscurity. The schooner was in sight. It didn’t, however, have masts. No, this was a schooner that had already lost its wings.
He swung the lantern once more. . . .
It swayed to the left. . . .
In his eyes, it sailed with the grace of rotting driftwood, with red paint prickling and peeling like a sunburn. That’s what too much light can do to people, he thought. It burns them out.
He was saying this while holding the lantern right by his face.
The lantern swung to the right. . . .
But things were slightly different in the child’s